Went to the gym this morning. Curiously, on the floor outside the sauna was a sealed tupperware container of pineapple pieces. I went inside the sauna, where there were two men talking. They stopped speaking when I entered. After a minute, one left. Then the other stepped out and came back with the pineapple bits. ‘Do you want some food, mate?’ he asked. ‘No, you’re alright,’ I replied. He finished the pineapple, then left.
Now, that episode was so surreal that it’s easier to believe the men were spies and the pineapple was some sort of identification test/code. Anyway, I got home, only to discover a dish of pineapple pieces in the fridge! Argh! They’re everywhere, watching me. If this is my last ever blog post, then you’ll know what’s happened. You will know the truth! Be careful around saunas and fridges from now on.
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